Merry does; and she is only a few months older than I am." "How old are you, child ?" asked her father, feeling as if he had lost his reckoning.
"Fifteen in August;" and Molly looked very proud of the fact.
"So you are! Bless my heart, how the time goes! Well, get what you please; if I'm to have a young lady here, I'd like to have her prettily dressed.

It won't offend Miss Bat, will it ?" Molly's eyes sparkled, but she gave a little shrug as she answered, "She won't care.

She never troubles herself about me if I let her alone.
"Hey?
what?
Not trouble herself?
If _she_ doesn't, who does ?" and Mr.
Bemis sat up as if this discovery was more surprising than the other.
"I take care of myself and Boo, and she looks after you.

The house goes any way." "I should think so! I nearly broke my neck over the parlor sofa in the hall to-night.

What is it there for ?" Molly laughed.